One clear night in Thunder Bay, Ontario, something utterly uncanny unfolded in the midnight sky. Three lights, like stars, arranged in a precise long triangle, moved together with eerie synchronicity. For about a minute, these celestial points sailed silently in unison, defying all logical explanations.
At first glance, I assumed these were satellites—they’re a common sight on pristine, cloudless nights. Yet, nothing like this had ever appeared before. I’ve watched satellites many times, but never three aligned so perfectly, traveling as one. Then my mind searched for other possibilities—could it be a plane? But it couldn’t be. No aircraft, no matter how massive, would show such a formation or glow so distinctly at that height. And this was no small light; it seemed enormous against the vast backdrop of the night sky.
As the glowing triangle traversed the heavens, it abruptly halted, as if frozen in time. The other stars remained steadfast in the night, but these three mysteriously suspended, hanging in perfect formation. Then, without warning, they vanished entirely—no flicker, no trail, just gone.
For that entire minute, my mind spun between wonder and disbelief. Could it be a natural phenomenon, an elaborate mirage, or something far beyond our world? The memory of that dark sky, punctuated by the ghostly triangle, remains etched in my mind, haunting and inexplicable. This sighting stands out as a profound reminder: the night still holds secrets we have yet to unravel.